This vat is like a small tub; but it has holes in the bottom, through which the whey may

run.

12. The vat is then put into a cheesepress, which is let slowly down upon it so as to make the cheese more and more solid. Then the cheese is taken from the press, and placed upon a shelf till it becomes dry and firm.

13. There are many kinds of cheesemade both at home and abroad. One of the best is Stilton cheese. It is made by adding the cream of the last night's milk to the new milk of the next morning.

EXERCISES.-1. Pronounce and write :

2. Mention or write down the names of six things that may be seen in a dairy.

3. Tell which of the words in section 3 are nouns, and which verbs.

pen'-sive, thoughtful.

1. O tell me, gentle River!

Whence do thy waters flow?
And whither art thou roaming,
So pensive and so slow ?

2. My birthplace was the mountain, My nurse, the April showers; My cradle was a fountain,

The curtains were wild-flowers.

3. One morn I ran away,

A madcap, thoughtless rill-
And many a prank that day
I played adown the hill!

4. And then, 'tween grassy banks,
I sported with the flowers,
That grew, so sweet and lovely,
Fed by the summer showers.

5. But these delights are over,
And darkly flows my wave!
I cease to be a rover,
The Ocean is my grave.

Goodrich.

1. Those who have seen the sea know what the tides are. The water rises slowly, and flows higher and higher up on the land, until the beach is covered; then it turns, and flows out again as slowly as it came in. The coming in of the water is called the 'flow of the tide;' the going out is called the 'ebb of the tide.'

2. One day, two boys-Robert, who was fourteen years of age, and Walter, a boy of twelve-took their little sister Ettie to the sea-beach to gather shells. They walked up and down on the sand searching for shells, but they could not find any that were very pretty.

3. It is too bad!' said Ettie; 'some one has been here before us and picked up all the prettiest shells. I think they ought to have left some of them for us.'

4. 'They had as much right to them as we

2. 'My birthplace was the mountain, My nurse, the April showers; My cradle was a fountain,

The curtains were wild-flowers.

3. One morn I ran away,

A madcap, thoughtless rill-
And many a prank that day
I played adown the hill!

4. And then, 'tween grassy banks,
I sported with the flowers,
That grew, so sweet and lovely,
Fed by the summer showers."

5. But these delights are over, And darkly flows my wave! I cease to be a rover,

The Ocean is my grave.

Goodrich.